The world cries in the tears of a homeless child
Because our way of living become more and more wild.
And the highest technologies we have developed
are just products of the destruction.
While millions and millions on the other side of the river die
Day by day, everyday, when they even don't know why -
When life is just a meaningless thing
that guide them through the pain.
Our nature - rivers, lakes, oceans and seas
animals, birds, forests and trees
they have been destroyed without pity
Leaving everything we know under misery.
God help us and stretch toward us his hands -
full of love, happiness and peace.
I long for a day when the wars will find their own end
The world cries in the tears of a homeless child.
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